"why do you care?" villain Bim to Jackieboyman or Silver shephard
Trigger warnings for gore, blood, and implied cannibalism
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Prompt: “Why do you care?”
Why do you care, hero?
“How long has this been going on?” Jackieboy Man touched the writing on the wall, rubbing the viscous, red substance between his gloved fingers before glancing down at the body slumped below it, whose chest had been torn open, jutting ribs snapped apart to reveal glistening viscera and sinew and a chest cavity completely devoid of a heart.
Silver shrugged helplessly, half-frustrated, half-resigned. “Months,” he said. “It’s been months, and I’m still no closer to catching the bastard.”
“You should’ve called me sooner.” Jackie wiped his glove off on his suit. “Not like you can’t handle it yourself, but- yeah, you should’ve called me sooner.
“But never fear!” He declared, upon seeing the slightly dejected look on Silver’s face. He threw an arm around the hero’s shoulders. “Tonight we’ll go out, and I guarantee you by the end of the night we’ll have nailed this guy.”
“Ah- I-” Silver opened his mouth to mention his plans. He had a date tonight, with Bim, but the look on Jackie’s face made him close it. “Just let me text Bim real quick,” he said, nudging away from Jackie and pulling out his phone from some hidden pocket in his suit. “Gotta let him know I’ll be late.”
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Can’t make it tonite. Going out with Jackie looking 4 that guy. Be home later. XX Silver.
Bim’s phone crumpled in an unnaturally strong grip as he read the text, and he stood from his chair, letting shards of plastic and circuitry drop from his fingers to his bedroom floor.
“Why do you care?” He demanded of the shattered phone, voice rising to a shout. Why did Silver care so much about this case? Why was he chasing this killer?
Why was he chasing him?
Bim’s stomach growled, jolting him from his anger. He groaned softly; he was so hungry. It was like he’d never be sated.
There was only one way to ease the hunger. Temporary as it may be.
Bim’s eyes flashed black as he disappeared from his room.